Sometimes I feel like I could cut real deep, crack open my breast plate, and the real girl could finally come out. I know the real me is in there, packed away under these extra 40lbs.
I'm going to have to up the output. I'm not losing at all. Weighed in the same: 160, again. Its really discouraging, and I don't think I'm going to eat anymore than the banana I had for breakfast today. Mike will kill me, but he just doesn't get it. I mean, I have lost 5lbs in the past two weeks. And its stayed off. I guess that's something to be excited about, but for some reason I am stuck on the negative aspects of everything. Also, I'm going to have to get a new scale. This one is so inaccurate; I always have to adjust it back to zero when I get on. Any recommendations?
I'm going to watch the eating disorder episodes of Intervention, do some laundry and some minor calisthenics. I don't want to have to take another shower today before Mike gets here.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. Stay strong and away from the chocolate! =)